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Hogfather
ByTerryPratchett
v1.018/11/2000scannedandspellchekedwithWord2000by4i
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Everythingstartssomewhere,althoughmanyphysicistsdisagree.
Butpeoplehavealwaysbeendimlyawareoftheproblemwiththestartofthings.
They wonder aloud how the snowplough driver gets to work, or how the makers of
dictionarieslookupthespellingofthewords.Yetthereistheconstantdesiretofind
some point in the twisting, knotting, ravelling nets of space-time on which a
metaphorical finger can be put to indicate that here, here, is the point where it all
began...
Something began when the Guild of Assassins enrolled Mister Teatime, who saw
thingsdifferentlyfromotherpeople,andoneofthewaysthathesawthingsdifferently
from other people was in seeing other people as things (later, Lord Downey of the
Guildsaid,'Wetookpityonhimbecausehe'dlostbothparentsatanearlyage.Ithink
that,onreflection,weshouldhavewonderedabitmoreaboutthat.')
Butitwasmuchearliereventhanthatwhenmostpeopleforgotthattheveryoldest
storiesare,soonerorlater,aboutblood.Laterontheytookthebloodouttomakethe
storiesmoreacceptabletochildren,oratleasttothepeoplewhohadtoreadthemto
children rather than the children themselves (who, on thewhole, arequite keenon
blood provided it's being shed by the deserving
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), and then wondered where the
storieswent.
Andearlierstillwhensomethinginthedarknessofthedeepestcavesandgloomiest
foreststhought:whatarethey,thesecreatures?Iwillobservethem.
Andmuch,muchearlierthanthat,whentheDiscworldwasformed,driftingonwards
throughspaceatopfourelephantsontheshellofthegiantturtle,GreatA'Tuin.
Possibly,asitmoves,itgetstangledlikeablindmaninacobwebbedhouseinthose
highly specialized little spacetime strands that try to breed in every history they
encounter,stretchingthemandbreakingthemandtuggingthemintonewshapes.
Orpossiblynot,ofcourse.ThephilosopherDidactyloshassummedupanalternative
hypothesisas'Thingsjusthappen.Whatthehell.'
TheseniorwizardsofUnseenUniversitystoodandlookedatthedoor.
Therewasnodoubtthatwhoeverhadshutitwantedittostayshut.Dozensofnails
securedittothedoorframe.Plankshadbeennailedrightacross.Andfinallyithad,up
untilthismorning,beenhiddenbyabookcasethathadbeenputinfrontofit.
'And there's the sign, Ridcully,' said the Dean. 'You have read it, I assume. You
know?Thesignwhichsays"Donot,underanycircumstances,openthisdoor"?'
'OfcourseI'vereadit,'saidRidcully.'Whyd'yerthinkIwantitopened?'
'Er...why?'saidtheLecturerinRecentRunes.
'Toseewhytheywanteditshut,ofcourse.`
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HegesturedtoModo,theUniversity'sgardenerandoddjobdwarf,whowasstanding
bywithacrowbar.
'Gotoit,lad.'
Thegardenersaluted.'Rightyouare,sir.'
Againstabackgroundofsplinteringtimber,Ridcullywenton:'Itsaysontheplans
thatthiswasabathroom.There'snothingfrighteningaboutabathroom,forgods'sake.
Iwantabathroom.I'mfedupwithsluicingdownwithyoufellows.It'sunhygienic.You
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Thatistosay,thosewhodeservetoshedblood.Orpossiblynot.Youneverquiteknowwithsomekids
.
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Thisexchangecontainsalmostallyouneedtoknowabouthumancivilization.Atleast,thosebitsofitthatarenowunderthesea,
fencedofforstillsmoking.
cancatchstuff.Myfathertoldmethat.Whereyougetlotsofpeoplebathingtogether,
theVerrucaGnomeisrunningaroundwithhislittlesack.'
'IsthatliketheToothFairy?'saidtheDeansarcastically.
'I'minchargehereandIwantabathroomofmyown,'saidRidcullyfirmly.'Andthat's
allthereistoit,allright?IwantabathroomintimeforHogswatchnight,understand?'
Andthat'sa problemwithbeginnings,ofcourse.Sometimes,whenyou'redealing
withoccultrealmsthathavequiteadifferentattitudetotime,yougettheeffectalittle
waybeforethecause.
Fromsomewhereontheedgeofhearingcameaglingleglingleglinglenoise,likelittle
silverbells.
AtaboutthesametimeastheArchchancellorwaslayingdownthelaw,SusanSto-
Helitwassittingupinbed,readingbycandlelight.
Frostpatternscurledacrossthewindows.
Sheenjoyedtheseearlyevenings.Onceshehadputthechildrentobedshewas
more or less left to herself. Mrs Gaiter was pathetically scared of giving her any
instructionseventhoughshepaidSusan'swages.
Notthatthewageswereimportant,ofcourse.Whatwasimportantwasthatshewas
beingherOwnPersonandholdingdownaRealjob.Andbeingagovernesswasareal
job.Theonlytrickybithadbeentheembarrassmentwhenheremployerfoundoutthat
shewasaduchess,becauseinMrsGaiter'sbook,whichwasarathershortbookwith
big handwriting, the upper crust wasn't supposed to work. It was supposed to loaf
around.ItwasallSusancoulddotostophercurtseyingwhentheymet.
Aflickermadeherturnherhead.
Thecandleflamewasstreamingouthorizontally,asthoughinahowlingwind.
Shelookedup.Thecurtainsbillowedawayfromthewindow,which-
-flungitselfopenwithaclatter.
Buttherewasnowind.
Atleast,nowindinthisworld.
Imagesformedinhermind.Aredball...Thesharpsmellofsnow...Andthenthey
weregone,andinsteadtherewere...
'Teeth?'saidSusan,aloud.'Teeth,again?'
Sheblinked.Whensheopenedhereyesthewindowwas,assheknewitwouldbe,
firmlyshut.Thecurtainhungdemurely.Thecandleflamewasinnocentlyupright.Oh,
no,notagain.Notafterallthistime.Everythinghadbeengoingsowell
'Thusan?'
Shelookedaround.Herdoorhadbeenpushedopenandasmallfigurestoodthere,
barefootinanightdress.
Shesighed.'Yes,Twyla?'
'I'mafwaidofthemonsterinthecellar,Thusan.It'sgoingtoeatmeup.'
Susanshutherbookfirmlyandraisedawarningfinger.
'WhathaveItoldyouabouttryingtosoundingratiatinglycute,Twyla?'shesaid.
Thelittlegirlsaid,'YousaidImustn't.Yousaidthatexaggeratedlispingisahanging
offenceandIonlydoittogetattention.'
'Good.Doyouknowwhatmonsteritisthistime?'
'It'sthebighairyonewif-'
Susanraisedthefinger.'Uh?'shewarned.
‘-witheightarms,'Twylacorrectedherself.
'What,again?Oh,allright.'
Shegotoutofbedandputonherdressinggown,tryingtostayquitecalmwhilethe
childwatchedher.Sotheywerecomingback.Oh,notthemonsterinthecellar.That
wasall in aday'swork.But itlookedasifshewasgoingtostartrememberingthe
futureagain.
Sheshookherhead.Howeverfaryouranaway,youalwayscaughtyourselfup.
But monsters were easy, at least. She'd learned how to deal with monsters. She
pickedupthepokerfromthenurseryfenderandwentdownthebackstairs,withTwyla
followingher.
TheGaiterswerehavingadinnerparty.Muffledvoicescamefromthedirectionof
thediningroom.
Then,asshecreptpast,adooropenedandyellowlightspilledoutandavoicesaid,
'Yegawds,there'sagelinanightshirtoutherewithapoker!'
ShesawfiguressilhouettedinthelightandmadeouttheworriedfaceofMrsGaiter.
'Susan?Er...whatareyoudoing?'
Susanlookedatthepokerandthenbackatthewoman.'Twylasaidshe'safraidofa
monsterinthecellar,MrsGaiter.'
'Andyergoingtoattackitwithapoker,eh?'saidoneoftheguests.Therewasa
strongatmosphereofbrandyandcigars.
'Yes,'saidSusansimply.
'Susan'sourgoverness,'saidMrsGaiter.'Er...Itoldyouabouther.'
Therewasachangeintheexpressiononthefacespeeringoutfromthediningroom.
Itbecameasortofamusedrespect.
'Shebeatsupmonsterswithapoker?'saidsomeone.
'Actually,that'saverycleveridea,'saidsomeoneelse.'Littlegelgetsitintoherhead
there's a monster in the cellar, you go in with the poker and make a few bashing
noiseswhilethechildlistens, andtheneverything'sallright.Goodthinkin',thatgirl.
Ver'sensible.Ver'modem.'
'Isthatwhatyou'redoingSusan?'saidMrsGaiteranxiously.
'Yes,MrsGaiter,'saidSusanobediently.
'ThisI'vegottowatch,byIo!It'snoteverydayyouseemonstersbeatenupbyagel,'
saidthemanbehindher.Therewasaswishofsilkandacloudofcigarsmokeasthe
dinerspouredoutintothehall.
Susansighedagainandwentdownthecellarstairs,whileTwylasatdemurelyatthe
top,huggingherknees.
Adooropenedandshut.
Therewasashortperiodofsilenceandthenaterrifyingscream.Onewomanfainted
andamandroppedhiscigar.
'Youdon'thavetoworry,everythingwillbeallright,'saidTwylacalmly.'Shealways
wins.Everythingwillbeallright.'
There were thuds and clangs, and then a whirring noise, and finally a sort of
bubbling.
Susan pushed open the door. The poker was bent at right angles. There was
nervousapplause.
'Ver' well done,' said a guest. 'Ver' persykological. Clever idea, that, bendin' the
poker.AndIexpectyou'renotafraidanymore,eh,littlegirl?'
'No,'saidTwyla
'Ver'persykological.'
'Susansaysdon'tgetafraid,getangry,'saidTwyla.
'Er,thankyou,Susan,'saidMrsGaiter,nowatremblingbouquetofnerves.'And,er,
now,SirGeoffrey,ifyou'dallliketocomebackintotheparlour-Imean,thedrawing
room-'
Thepartywentbackupthehall.ThelastthingSusanheardbeforethedoorshut
was'Dashedconvincin',thewayshebentthepokerlikethat-'
Shewaited.
'Havetheyallgone,Twyla?'
'Yes,Susan.'
'Good.'Susanwentbackintothecellarandemergedtowingsomethinglargeand
hairywitheightlegs.Shemanagedtohaulitupthestepsanddowntheotherpassage
tothebackyard,whereshekickeditout.Itwouldevaporatebeforedawn.
'That'swhatwedotomonsters,'shesaid.
Twylawatchedcarefully.
'Andnowit'sbedforyou,mygirl,'saidSusan,pickingherup.
'C'nIhavethepokerinmyroomforthenight?'
'Allright.'
'It only kills monsters, doesn't it...?' the child said sleepily, as Susan carried her
upstairs.
'That'sright,'Susansaid.'Allkinds.'
She put the girl to bed next to her brother and leaned the poker against the toy
cupboard.
Thepokerwasmadeofsomecheapmetalwithabrassknobontheend.Shewould,
Susan reflected, give quite a lot to be able to use it on the children's previous
governess.
'G'night.'
'Goodnight.'
She went back to her own small bedroom and got back into bed, watching the
curtainssuspiciously.
Itwouldbenicetothinkshe'dimaginedit.Itwouldalsobestupidtothinkthat,too.
Butshe'dbeennearlynormalfortwoyearsnow,makingherownwayintherealworld,
neverrememberingthefutureatall...
Perhapsshehadjustdreamedthings(butevendreamscouldbereal...).
Shetriedtoignorethelongthreadofwaxthatsuggestedthecandlehad,justfora
fewseconds,streamedinthewind.
AsSusansoughtsleep,LordDowneysatinhisstudycatchinguponthepaperwork.
Lord Downey was an assassin. Or, rather, an Assassin. The capital letter was
important.Itseparatedthosecurswhowentaroundmurderingpeopleformoneyfrom
the gentlemen who were occasionally consulted by other gentlemen who wishedto
haveremoved,foraconsideration,anyinconvenientrazorbladesfromthecandyfloss
oflife.
ThemembersoftheGuildofAssassinsconsideredthemselvesculturedmenwho
enjoyedgoodmusicandfoodandliterature.Andtheyknewthevalueofhumanlife.To
apenny,inmanycases.
LordDowney'sstudywasoak-panelledandwellcarpeted.Thefurniturewasveryold
andquiteworn,butthewearwasthewearthatcomesonlywhenverygoodfurnitureis
carefullyusedoverseveralcenturies.Itwasmaturedfurniture.
Alog fireburnedinthegrate.Infrontof itacoupleofdogsweresleepinginthe
tangledwayoflargehairydogseverywhere.
Apartfromtheoccasionaldoggysnoreorthecrackleofashiftinglog,therewereno
othersoundsbutthescratchingofLordDowney'spenandthetickingofthelongcase
clockbythedoor...small,privatenoiseswhichonlyservedtodefinethesilence.
Atleast,thiswasthecaseuntilsomeoneclearedtheirthroat.
Thesoundsuggestedveryclearlythatthepurposeoftheexercisewasnottoerase
the presence of a troublesome bit of biscuit, but merely to indicate in the politest
possiblewaythepresenceofthethroat.
Downeystoppedwritingbutdidnotraisehishead.
Then,afterwhatappearedtobesomeconsideration,hesaidinabusinesslikevoice,
'The doors are locked. The windows are barred. The dogs do not appear to have
wokenup.Thesqueakyfloorboardshaven't.OtherlittlearrangementswhichIwillnot
specify seem to have been bypassed. That severely limits the possibilities. I really
doubtthatyouareaghostandgodsgenerallydonotannouncethemselvessopolitely.
Youcould,ofcourse,beDeath,butIdon'tbelievehebotherswithsuchnicetiesand,
besides,Iamfeelingquitewell.Hmm!’
Somethinghoveredintheairinfrontofhisdesk.
'MyteethareinfineconditionsoyouareunlikelytobetheToothFairy.I'vealways
found that a stiff brandy before bedtime quite does away with the need for the
Sandman.And,sinceIcancarryatunequitewell,IsuspectI'mnotlikelytoattractthe
attentionofOldManTrouble.Hmm.'
Thefiguredriftedalittlenearer.
'Isupposeagnomecouldgetthroughamousehole,butIhavetrapsdown,'Downey
went on. 'Bogeymen can walk through walls but would be very loath to reveal
themselves.Really,youhavemeataloss.Hmm?'
Andthenhelookedup.
A grey robe hung in the air. It appeared to be occupied, in that it had a shape,
althoughtheoccupantwasnotvisible.
ThepricklyfeelingcreptoverDowneythattheoccupantwasn'tinvisible,merelynot,
inanyphysicalsense,thereatall.
'Goodevening,'hesaid.
Therobesaid,Goodevening,LordDowney.
Hisbrainregisteredthewords.Hisearssworetheyhadn'theardthem.
ButyoudidnotbecomeheadoftheAssassins'Guildbytakingfrighteasily.Besides,
thethingwasn'tfrightening.Itwas,thoughtDowney,astonishinglydull.Ifmonotonous
drabnesscouldtakeonashape,thiswouldbetheshapeitwouldchoose.
'Youappeartobeaspectre,'hesaid.
Our nature is not a matter for discussion, arrived in his head. We offer you a
commission.
'Youwishsomeoneinhumed?'saidDowney.
Broughttoanend.
Downey considered this. It was not as unusual as it appeared. There were
precedents.AnyonecouldbuytheservicesoftheGuild.Severalzombieshad,inthe
past,employedtheGuildtosettlescoreswiththeirmurderers.InfacttheGuild,he
liked to think practised the ultimate democracy. You didn't need intelligence, social
position,beautyorcharmtohireit. Youjustneededmoneywhich,unliketheother
stuff, was available to everyone. Except for the poor, of course, but there was no
helpingsomepeople.
'Broughttoanend...'Thatwasanoddwayofputtingit.
'Wecan-'hebegan.
Thepaymentwillreflectthedifficultyofthetask.
'Ourscaleoffees-'
Thepaymentwillbethreemilliondollars.
Downey sat back. That was four times higher than any fee yet earned by any
member of the Guild, and that had been a special family rate, including overnight
guests.
'Noquestionsasked,Iassume?'hesaid,buyingtime.
Noquestionsanswered.
'Butdoesthesuggestedfeerepresentthedifficultyinvolved?Theclientisheavily
guarded?'
Not guarded at all. But almost certainly impossible to delete with conventional
weapons.
Downeynodded.This wasnotnecessarily a bigproblem,hesaid tohimself. The
Guildhadamassedquiteafewunconventionalweaponsovertheyears.Delete?An
unusualwayofputtingit...
'Weliketoknowforwhomweareworking,hesaid.
Wearesureyoudo.
'Imeanthatweneedtoknowyourname.Ornames.Instrictclientconfidentiality,of
course.Wehavetowritesomethingdowninourfiles.'
Youmaythinkofusas...theAuditors.
'Really?Whatisityouaudit?'
Everything.
'Ithinkweneedtoknowsomethingaboutyou.'
Wearethepeoplewiththreemilliondollars.
Downeytookthepoint,althoughhedidn'tlikeit.Threemilliondollarscouldbuyalot
ofnoquestions.
'Really?'hesaid.'Inthecircumstances,sinceyouareanewclient,Ithinkwewould
likepaymentinadvance.'
Asyouwish.Thegoldisnowinyourvaults.
'Youmeanthatitwillshortlybeinourvaults,'saidDowney.
No. It has always been in your vaults. We know this because we have just put it
there.
Downeywatchedtheemptyhoodforamoment,andthenwithoutshiftinghisgaze
hereachedoutandpickedupthespeakingtube.
'MrWinvoe?'hesaid,afterwhistlingintoit. 'Ah.Good.Tellme,howmuchdowe
haveinourvaultsatthemoment?Oh,approximately.Tothenearestmillion,say.'He
heldthetubeawayfromhisearforamoment,andthenspokeintoitagain.'Well,bea
goodchapandcheckanyway,willyou?'
Hehungupthetubeandplacedhishandsflatonthedeskinfrontofhim.
'CanIofferyouadrinkwhilewewait?'hesaid.
Yes.Webelieveso.
Downeystoodupwithsomereliefandwalkedovertohislargedrinkscabinet.His
handhoveredovertheGuild'sardentandvaluabletantalus,withitslabelleddecanters
ofMur,Nig,TropandYksihw.
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It'sasadandterriblethingthathigh-bornfolkreallyhavethoughtthattheservantswouldbetotallyfooledifspiritswereputinto
decantersthatwerecunninglylabelledbackwards.Andalsothroughouthistorythemorepoliticallyconsciousbutlerhastakeniton
trust,andwithrathermorejustification,thathisemployerswillnotnoticeifthewhiskyistoppedupwitheniru.
'And what would you liketo drink?' he said, wondering where the Auditorkept its
mouth. His hand hovered for just a moment over the smallest decanter, marked
Nosiop.
Wedonotdrink.
'ButyoudidjustsayIcouldofferyouadrink...'
Indeed.Wejudgeyoufullycapableofperformingthataction.
'Ah.'Downey'shandhesitatedoverthewhiskydecanter,andthenhethoughtbetter
ofit.Atthatpoint,thespeakingtubewhistled.
'Yes, Mr Winvoe? Really? Indeed? I myself have frequently found loose change
undersofacushions,it'samazinghowitmou...No,no,Iwasn'tbeing...Yes,Idid
havesomereasonto...No,noblameattachestoyouinany...No,Icouldhardlysee
howit...Yes,goandhavearest,whatagoodidea.Thankyou.'
Hehungupthetubeagain.Thecowlhadn'tmoved.
'Wewillneedtoknowwhere,whenand,ofcourse,who,'hesaid,afteramoment.
The cowl nodded. The location is not on any map. We would like the task to be
completedwithintheweek.Thisisessential.Asforthewho...
AdrawingappearedonDowney'sdeskandinhisheadarrivedthewords:Letuscall
himtheFatMan.
'Isthisajoke?'saidDowney.
Wedonotjoke.
No,youdon't,doyou,Downeythought.Hedrummedhisfingers.
'Therearemanywhowouldsaythis...persondoesnotexist,'hesaid.
Hemustexist.Howelsecouldyousoreadilyrecognizehispicture?Andmanyarein
correspondencewithhim.
'Well,yes,ofcourse,inasenseheexists…
Inasenseeverythingexists.Itiscessationofexistencethatconcernsushere.
'Findinghimwouldbealittledifficult.'
Youwillfindpersonsonanystreetwhocantellyouhisapproximateaddress.
'Yes,ofcourse,'saidDowney,wonderingwhyanyonewouldcallthem'persons'.It
wasanoddusage.'But,asyousay,Idoubtthattheycouldgiveamapreference.And
eventhen,howcouldthe...theFatManbeinhumed?Aglassofpoisonedsherry,
perhaps?'
Thecowlhadnofacetocrackasmile.
Youmisunderstandthenatureofemployment,itsaidinDowney'shead.
Hebridledatthis.Assassinswereneveremployed.Theywereengagedorretained
orcommissioned,butneveremployed.Onlyservantswereemployed.
'WhatisitthatImisunderstand,exactly?'hesaid.
Wepay.Youfindthewaysandmeans.
Thecowlbegantofade.
'HowcanIcontactyou?'saidDowney.
Wewillcontactyou.Weknowwhereyouare.Weknowwhereeveryoneis.
The figure vanished. At the same moment the door was flung open to reveal the
distraughtfigureofMrWinvoe,theGuildTreasurer.
'Excuseme,mylord,butIreallyhadtocomeup!'Heflungsomediscsonthedesk.
'Lookatthem!'
Downeycarefullypickedupagoldencircle.Itlookedlikeasmallcoin,but-
'Nodenomination!'saidWinvoe.'Noheads,notails,nomilling!It'sjustablankdisc!
They'realljustblankdiscs!'
Downeyopenedhismouthtosay,'Valueless?'Herealizedthathewashalfhoping
thatthiswasthecase.Ifthey,whoevertheywere,hadpaidinworthlessmetalthen
therewasn'teventheglimmeringofacontract.Buthecouldseethiswasn'tthecase.
Assassinslearnedtorecognizemoneyearlyintheircareers.
'Blankdiscs,'hesaid,'ofpuregold.'
Winvoenoddedmutely.
'That,'saidDowney,'willdonicely.'
'Itmustbemagical!'saidWinvoe.'Andweneveracceptmagicalmoney!'
Downeybouncedthecoinonthedeskacoupleoftimes.Itmadeasatisfyinglyrich
thunkingnoise.Itwasn'tmagical.Magicalmoneywouldlookreal,becauseitswhole
purpose was to deceive. But this didn't need to ape something as human and
adulteratedasmerecurrency.Thisisgold,ittoldhisfingers.Takeitorleaveit.
Downeysatandthought,whileWinvoestoodandworried.
'We'lltakeit,'hesaid.
'But-'
'Thankyou,MrWinvoe.Thatismydecision,'saidDowney.Hestaredintospacefor
awhile,andthensmiled.'IsMisterTeatimestillinthebuilding?'
Winvoestoodback.'Ithoughtthecouncilhadagreedtodismisshim,'hesaidstiffly.
'Afterthatbusinesswith---'
'MisterTeatimedoesnotseetheworldinquitethesamewayasotherpeople,'said
Downey,pickingupthepicturefromhisdeskandlookingatitthoughtfully.
'Well,indeed,Ithinkthatiscertainlytrue.'
'Pleasesendhimup.'
The Guild attracted all sorts of people, Downey reflected. He found himself
wonderinghowithadcometoattractWinvoe,foronething.Itwashardtoimaginehim
stabbing anyone in the heart in case he got blood on the victim's wallet. Whereas
MisterTeatime...
The problem was that the Guild took young boys and gave them a splendid
education and incidentally taught them how to kill, cleanly and dispassionately, for
moneyandforthegoodofsociety,oratleastthatpartofsocietythathadmoney,and
whatotherkindofsocietywasthere?
Butveryoccasionallyyoufoundyou'dgotsomeonelikeMisterTeatime,towhomthe
moneywasmerelyadistraction.MisterTeatimehadatrulybrilliantmind,butitwas
brilliantlikeafracturedmirror,allmarvellousfacetsandrainbowsbut,ultimately,also
somethingthatwasbroken.
MisterTeatimeenjoyedhimselftoomuch.Andotherpeople,also.
Downey had privately decided that some time soon Mister Teatime was going to
meetwithanaccident.Likemanypeoplewithnoactualmorals,LordDowneydidhave
standards, and Teatime repelled him. Assassination was a careful game, usually
played against people who knew the rules themselves or at least could afford the
servicesofthosewhodid.Therewasconsiderablesatisfactioninacleankill.What
therewasn'tsupposedtobewaspleasureinamessyone.Thatsortofthingledto
talk.
Ontheotherhand,Teatime'scorkscrewofamindwasexactlythetooltodealwith
somethinglikethis.Andifhedidn't...well,thatwashardlyDowney'sfault,wasit?
Heturnedhisattentiontothepaperworkforawhile.Itwasamazinghowthestuff
mountedup.Butyouhadtodealwithit.Itwasn'tasthoughtheyweremurderers,after
all...
Therewasaknockatthedoor.Hepushedthepaperworkasideandsatback.
'Comein,MisterTeatime,'hesaid.Itneverhurttoputtheotherfellowslightlyinawe
ofyou.
InfactthedoorwasopenedbyoneoftheGuild'sservants,carefullybalancingatea
tray.
'Ah,Carter,'saidLordDowney,recoveringmagnificently.'Justputitonthetableover
there,willyou?'
'Yes,sir,'saidCarter.Heturnedandnodded.'Sorry,sir,Iwillgoandfetchanother
cupdirectly,sir.'
'What?'
'Foryourvisitor,sir.'
'Whatvisitor?Oh,whenMisterTeati-'
Hestopped.Heturned.
Therewasayoungmansittingonthehearthrug,playingwiththedogs.
'MisterTeatime!'
'It's pronounced Teh-ah-tim-eh, sir,' said Teatime, with just a hint of reproach.
'Everyonegetsitwrong,sir.'
'Howdidyoudothat?'
'Prettywell,sir.Igotmildlyscorchedonthelastfewfeet,ofcourse.'
Thereweresomelumpsofsootonthehearthrug.Downeyrealizedhe'dheardthem
fall, but that hadn't been particularly extraordinary. No one could get down the
chimney.Therewasaheavygridfirmlyinplacenearthetopoftheflue.
'Butthere's ablocked-infireplacebehindtheold library,'said Teatime,apparently
readinghisthoughts.'Thefluesconnect,underthebars.Itwasreallyastroll,sir.'
'Really...'
'Oh,yes,sir.'
Downey nodded. The tendency of old buildings to be honeycombed with sealed
chimneyflueswasafactyoulearnedearlyinyourcareer.Andthen,hetoldhimself,
youforgot.Italwayspaidtoputtheotherfellowinaweofyou,too.Hehadforgotten
theytaughtthat,too.
'Thedogsseemtolikeyou,'hesaid.
'Igetonwellwithanimals,sir.'
Teatime'sfacewasyoungandopenandfriendly.Or,atleast,itsmiledallthetime.
Buttheeffectwasspoiledformostpeoplebythefactthatithadonlyoneeye.Some
unexplainedaccidenthadtakentheotherone,andthemissingorbhadbeenreplaced
byaballofglass.Theresultwasdisconcerting.ButwhatbotheredLordDowneyfar
morewastheman'sothereye,theonethatmightlooselybecallednormal.He'dnever
seensuchasmallandsharppupil.Teatimelookedattheworldthroughapinhole.
Hefoundhe'dretreatedbehindhisdeskagain.TherewasthataboutTeatime.You
alwaysfelt
happierifyouhadsomethingbetweenyouandhim.
'Youlikeanimals, doyou?'hesaid.'IhaveareportherethatsaysyounailedSir
George'sdogtotheceiling.'
'Couldn'thaveitbarkingwhileIwasworking,sir.'
'Somepeoplewouldhavedruggedit.'
'Oh.' Teatime looked despondent for a moment, but then he brightened. 'But I
definitelyfulfilledthecontract,sir.Therecanbenodoubtaboutthat,sir.IcheckedSir
George'sbreathingwithamirrorasinstructed.It'sinmyreport.'
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